high and low

by Donald Kuspit

for every high
                  there's a low,
and below
             more suffering,
the highs lower,
                        the lows higher,
in between the mirth
                            of the mystery,
high and low blending
                             in the blur,
unfathomable memories
                             in its mist,
i stranded
              at its dead center,
the unmoved mover
                         of my misery.